The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-11-25
DOROTHY.

"Good-by, Cecil. Do not be out
later than s, or you will not have
time to dress for evening"
81 shall be home soon, 1 promise
you," cried Cecil, gayIy, as he turned
the head Of his handsome little pony
toward the village, and kissed his hand
to the lady at the door, who called
after him: " a.t.t. III
"Be careful, Cecil. Fancy is wild to.
day"
"1he boy'smerry laugh oated back
to her on the clear summer air as she
watched him gallop down the dusty
road; a laugh SO careless and happy
that it brought an answering smile to
her lips. Light-hearted Cecil! She
watched him until he was lost amid
the great trees which bordered the
road on either side. He was a moth.
erless boy, living in the city and at
tending school there; but every sum-
mer he spent with her in her pretty
home on Long Island. He was q
spoiled child, yet with such a warm
hearted, fun.loving nature that he
made friends with almost every ole
he met.
On this bright sunny afternoon he
galloped into the smoky village, on
some errand Of his aunt's, with a
light heart and a pair OF bright eyes
that looked eagerly around in search
of something or somebody to anuse
him and while away the long, warm
hours.
But most OF the village boys were of
to the water, dueking and s~plashingln
its cold waves. Cecil did not care for
that, so, after riding through the prin-
clpal streets, he came back to the open
road again and turned his face to-
ward home. He had gone but a little
way when a child's voice, close behind
him, said:
please, boy, don't spill my flow.
ers."
Cecil stopped suddenly and looked
down in surprise. A little girl with
great brown eyes, and long, tangled
hair OF bright yellow, dressed in a
dark caliCo gown which scarcely GOV.
cred her bare knees, stood looking up
at him with 3 half frightened lance
where are the flowers, little one?"
he asked kindly.
"There, she said, pointing to the
old tin kettle filed with wild flowers
which lay in the road a few feet before
him. "Please don't let the horse
spoil 'em."
"Indeed not,n said Cecil. ,'she is
lust as gentle as she can be. Tllmake
her walk around them-this way!"
But Cecil missed his mark, for with
one touch OF her restless little foot
Fancy sent the kettle rollingdown the
road scattering the flowers in every
direction. For one instant the little
girl looked from Cecil to the flowers,
and from the flowers to Cecil. Then
the big tears gathered in her brown
eyes and dropped one by one into the
little hands raised to catch them.
"Tm SO sorryl" exclaimed Cecil, in
dismay. elbow could Fancy have
done it2 Don't cry, little brown eyes;
I'll help you pick, them up"
He sprang from the pony as he
spoke, and tying herto atree near by,
began to gather the scattered bios
sons.
saThem's no good" said the little
girl. suddenly. sJen don't want them.
They're alf dirt. oh, what q bad
horsel"
Indeed shs is. / am quite ashamed
of her. Shall 20 down and help you
get some fresh flowers for Jen2"
The child nodded, and taking up the
kettle followed Cecil into the field.
For a while they picked In silence;
then the yellow head was raised and
two brown eyes were fixed inQuiringly
on the boys handsome face as the lit
Gle girl asked
ANYWAY, who is your"
Cecil dropped his handful Of bowers
to laugh At both tone and words.
''My name is Cecil Sherwood, II that
5 what you mean," he answered.
"Tes, / meant that" was the grave
reply.
SAnd what is yoursg" ne asked,
smiling down at her.
dorothy
rWhat q name for such q midget as
you! Go on-what's the resty Dor
othy what2" I,
"Dor8thynothing That's the end, +"
The boy laughed again.